Just Say'in

So, mom survived the "most awfullest time of the year." Which for her is the last two weeks of April and the first two weeks of May...but they're over for another year! YEAH!!! So, we weren't too active on catster during that time 'cuz, if she doesn't have time to sleep or give me proper attention, she won't let me write in my diary. Which is ok I guess, I'd rather have her give me my personal attention! (please take no offense) I need my pets and playtime! She is sorry if she made me miss things though. She tried to let me catch up, so hopefully we didn't miss any special events. If we did please accept our apologies--or mom's I should say--as it wasn't my fault.

You might have noticed (or not) that mom FINALLY got ALL the family pages done, even the Angels. Please check out their pages, and we want to catch up on furiends, most of my furiends haven't met my brofurs yet. So, here's the introduction! Mom says I can write about my purrr-spective on the furamily soon.

We wish a VERY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all of the wonderfur kitty-mommas here on catster. Momma doesn't have little humans, so she doesn't get the same kind of attention as those that do, but I say 6 furbabies and a solid dozen herp-babies HAVE GOT to take as much work, love and worry as a little human. Some will argue... but momma--I call BULL...well, bull rubbish on that.

First, I want to say that my friends are wonderfur! Thank you all for your sweet comments in honor of my Gotcha Day!

I want to extend a special "Thank you" to:

Mac, Ivy, Jax & Family for the Heart,

Smiley for the Lady Bug,

Monster for the Ribbon,

Beepers, Ashlynne & family for the Adopt a Pet Ribbon,

Milo, Mallee, Smokey Joe, Sam, Timmy, Rhett & Ziggy for the Tulip,

Tink and Snow for the Beautiful Butterfly,

Harely for the precious Emerald,

Samhain, Sleeper, Fearless, Owl, Socks & Family for the Gotcha Day Fish Cake!

My Gotcha Day was great! But momma wouldn't give me any treats, because she's still trying to figure out what makes me itchy. I tried to tell her that it's impossible that a treat would make me itchy, but she wouldn't go for it. So, instead she brought home.....(drum roll).... a NEKO FLY! I got a wand and TWO attachment toys. OH MY CATNESS!! -What a wonderful toy!!!! Mom's really happy I like it, 'cause she said it was kinda pricey-but not to worry, I love it. The only problem is that it tangles up a bit when things get exciting. Mom is very thankful that I'm still playful. I tell her I'm in my prime!

Then on a different note, something happened to mom and dad today that made them scared and sad. Suddenly, the window right next them exploded! They both jumped up and made it across the room before they even realized what had happened! They were both shocked and scared, and could see huge pieces of glass poking horizontally into the room being held up by the blinds. They didn't know if they should stick their heads over there to see what happened, and they wanted to know we were ok immediately! We were! (We were better than them, they were all shook up.) Then dad went outside and found a poor dove bleeding on the ground! He called mom out right away. There are lots of birds of prey around here and they heard hawks, so they think the poor thing was flying for its life...doves don't usually fly that fast! So they tried to give it the best chance possible and rushed it to the Wildlife Rescue & Rehab Center here in town. Now there's board where glass should be...and they're hoping the best for the poor birdie.

I tagged Ivy on Spring Tag, now she tagged me on April 4 Tag. We make a good tag-team. Get it? "Tag-te-" yeah you get it....*giggles*

If you would like to play, copy the questions and put them in your diary with your answers, then tag some furiends!

Questions:

1. Describe one thing your pet pawrent does that you think is REALLY CUTE.

Mom and I have a song we sing together. She says "If you're pretty and you know it meow for me." And I do. We go back and forth like that. Don't worry, I'm not nearly that arrogant, but my momma's proud of me.

2. Describe one thing your pet pawrent does that you think is REALLY LAME.

UGH! Mom calls it "Kitty-Torture." she's done it my whole life and did it to my brofur before me. It involves announcing loudly: "KIT--TY TOR-TURE!" in a funny voice that riles me up, then she grabs me and kisses me a million times so I have to take a bath.

I feel so special, I got tagged by two of my gal-pals in the same day! So here it goes: Compliments of Xena and Samhain!

If you would like to play the Spring game, just copy my diary, change the answers to yours and tag five of your friends!

Five Things I Like About Spring:

1. Everyone is happy!
2. I'm going to quote Xena here since she has the right idea: "Watching the birdies and dreaming of catching one."
3. Hoping flys get inside. I am a fly annihilator!
4. The windows are open more often!
5. It means summer is coming. Mom has more time to spend with me in the summer!

I'm itchy. *hiss* I mean I'm REALLY ITCHY. I've had this issue before, but mom thought I was doing better. The last few days have been a huge flare-up. I thought that if I took my sand-paper tongue and removed the fur in the offending areas that I might be able to get to the itch and make it stop. But, it keeps itching so I keep licking. When momma came home today she was upset to find that my sandpaper tongue also works well to remove skin. I have some sores now and she's afraid I'm going to get an infection. Now she tells me I have to go to a dermatologi-somethin.' I have a suspicion its going to be annoying like the vet. Can you believe mom took photos of my naked belly and sent them to my vet in our other city? I told her this was embarrassing, but she says Doc needs to know how it's going and that we need a referral. Again- "HISSES" I say. "Hisses."

So mom and I are at a bit of an impasse. I say I'm right, she says she's right...so I say, "Fine. We will see what our catster friends think!" and she says, "Yes, let's see what they think!" Obviously, we both think we will be proven correct!

First,
She says, "I feed your belly, therefore I can kiss it!" Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a complete momma's girl and I do allow her to do this, but this is a kindness I offer her. No one else is allowed to touch my belly. Therefore she should not feel entitled! ...should she?

Second,
It is my given right, no-my duty-- to attend to her while she visits the porcelain litter. It is absolutely my entitlement and not a "kindness she offers me." Right? About that on a related note: sometimes she uses it against me, like if I've ran under the bed to avoid something such as a trip to the vet. Can you believe that she will go in there and then when I come in she jumps-up and grabs me--that she was never using the litter at all, and it was one GIANT CON!??!? What an obvious abuse of my consistently good behavior! This is by no means acceptable!

So, please weigh in on these issues, as I'm waiting to see who is right so that I may gloat accordingly.

Oh- and she also wanted me to ask who of you has this "Litter genie" and how they like it.

Also, who is also on Dogster. She's trying to get everyone's pages done, but when she looks over there it seems a little quiet. She's working on the pages, but wants to wait on friends until they're all done so it doesn't get too confusing. She says I'll have to let everyone know when they are all done. A couple of the memorial pages might take a while 'cause she has to scan photos.

So please let us know so I can tell her I'm right. -With love and respect of course.

Mom was finally going to get a full 8 hours of sleep last night, but I woke her up mid-way through. She forgave me though 'cause I didn't really want to wake her up, but I wasn't breathing so well and I needed a puff of the strong medicine. Yes--I'm smart like that. One time a couple of years ago, I was having an asthma attack and I woke her up by pulling her alarm clock down by the cord. It hit her in the head. Oops. I usually take the most subtle yet effective method possible. Momma says she doesn't even know what I did to wake her up last night, I was making noise with something. When she asked me what in the world I was doing I jumped back up on the bed by her head so she could hear that I needed my medicine. I have a love-hate relationship with that medicine though. I know it makes me feel better, but it smells funny and makes me feel funny. The stuff I take everyday is fine, but the strong stuff is...well, strong.

Gladly, I can report feeling just fine today--so that medicine was just what I needed. Thanks mom. Glad you didn't make me break out the alarm clock!

I see momma hi-jacked my diary while I was distracted with my birthday activities! I guess it's ok since she had good things to say about me. *giggles*

Guess what--she made me a special birthday dinner! It was chicken breast cooked in olive oil with rosemary and sage and a side of avocado! Oh-yummy! Mom doesn't know how to show me how to post a photo here in my diary, otherwise I'd show you, but I'm sure you can imagine it. I was moving too much anyway, mowing down, so the photos are a little blurry. I couldn't help it--who has time to pose when they have that yummy stuff to eat!?!?

I would have made a diary entry that night, but I was in a playful mood, so momma played with me instead. She's thankful I still like to play.

My catster fur-iends are so great! They showered me with birthday wishes and gifts, even cool pictures! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME FEEL SPECIAL! This was one of the bestest birthdays ever!

Happy Birthday my sweet baby girl. I can hardly believe you’re 14 today. I remember when you were so tiny and I brought you home that first day: Your eyes were still blue, your ears were so huge, and you were so, so LOUD. In fact, your complete and utter lack of volume control is one of the things that made me bring you home with me. I was not looking for a kitty that day. I was not looking for a kitty that week or even year... When I left the house that day I didn’t warn Fig that he would soon have a little sister, because I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were about to find me and snag my heart. When I heard you meowing and MEOWING in that cage--I had to pick you up. Then that purr! Oh my what a purr! You remember the rest too I’m sure. I put you back, you meowed and meowed. I picked you back up, you purred and purred. I put you back AGAIN, not getting the hint. “MEOW, MEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.....” So I picked you back up again. More purrs. Then I handed you to your grandma. More purrs. She handed you back to me... I never let go; you had my heart.

Figaro was unamused by my decision to bring you home--that’s for sure. But he got over it. He got over it and came to love you too. He loved to use you as a pillow, and to wrestle with you, and to steel your food. But he loved his little sister. I remember when you two would wrestle (aka "kitty-rumble") and he would lay on his back because you didn’t stand a chance in head-on combat. I remember that you, being a little stinker would slip around him and bite his paws because he didn’t like his paws being touched. Kitty Christmases were always the best. You two would play and play with your new toys and try to steel treats from each other. ...I remember when you got sick and starting having so much trouble breathing. I thought I would have him with me longer than I would have you even though he was five years your senior... Now you are 14, exactly the age he was when I lost him to the bridge. We were so lucky to have you there. You laid with him constantly when he was sick. I remember how you tried to tell me to let him go--you bit me when I was treating him. It made me cry and cry, but you were right. I remember when I did let him go, you hissed and ran away. I know those were kitty tears.

When I brought you home that Spring day, how could I have ever known you’d be such a momma’s girl? I am honored and humbled by the knowledge that you love me so deeply...that no one else would ever have the same place in your heart that I do. I can certainly say no one would ever have the same place in my heart as you do, but all my fur babies have their own place. What is different about you is that I have never had a fur-baby whom I felt so much love from. Especially knowing that others do not get that same love from you--just me. I know that you don’t like your world as much without me in it. That is scary. That is scary and wonderful to be needed so much. I know I wouldn’t like my world as much without you in it.

I could buy a car with the money I’ve spent on you in vet bills. I have a car, but I would rather walk than not have you in my life. I would EASILY make that choice. My point is I don’t regret a penny of it. I don’t regret any of the bad times, because they mean I got the good times too. Remember when you were little and were flexing your “muscles” of independence and willfulness? One of your favorite things to do was to get up on a shelf and poise your paw ready to knock down some breakable object. You’d wait for me to look at you and say something. Then it would go... Oh you little stink! I’m glad you grew out of that, but also glad I have the memory of it--because it was only you. I’m glad you never out grew wanting to play with my hair. It’s fun even if I complain that you get it “kitty-spitty.”

My favorite sound in the world is you singing. --Good thing because you keep me awake with it often enough. Your purr, your soft fur, your whiskers in my face, your kneading paws on me, our conversations... all some of my most favorite things about existence.

I hope you enjoy your chicken dinner I’m about to make you, because I enjoy you every day. I enjoy all of our moments and I thank God for you daily.